Mastro Spaghi (Ferdinando Fontana Poems)
I.Mastro Spaghi era il boia--della citta' d'Urbino.Contava cinquant'anni;--era smilzo e piccino;Era calvo; il suo cranio,--da lontano, parevaUna palla di vetro.--Sul ...
I.Mastro Spaghi era il boia--della citta' d'Urbino.Contava cinquant'anni;--era smilzo e piccino;Era calvo; il suo cranio,--da lontano, parevaUna palla di vetro.--Sul ...
Grandmother! You who sang to green valleys,And passed to a sweet repose at ninety-six,Here is your little Rita at lastGrown ...
Between Rita and my eyes There is a rifle And whoever knows Rita Kneels and plays To the divinity in ...
Grandmother! You who sang to green valleys, And passed to a sweet repose at ninety-six, Here is your little Rita ...
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